Sleeping Sun

Sleeping sun The audacious sun finally showed up and green was the winter landscape; I also saw where the sun sets, behind the carob tree soundly and snug under a carpet of wildflowers the sun snoozes till dawn. Over the easterly range, which is the first defence against Spanish marauders and the rain on the plane the clouds were dark blue, more rain tomorrow. I the fading light musical notes dance down a phone line, The first flirt of spring? Should it rain tomorrow, I will not be downhearted this day will keep me warm for a week or so.